Ça t'arrive sans crier gare
Au milieu d'une heure incolore
Un geste, une odeur, un regard
Qui comme déchire ton décor
Tout à coup ce coeur qui t'avait presque oublié
Se pointe à ta porte
et se remet à cogner
Attention, le ballet va commencer
Tu comprends pas trop c'qui t'arrive
Tu crois d'abord à une
erreur
Tu l'évites et lui te devine
Entre le désir et la peur
Tu t'entends lui dire des phrases sans aucun sens
Qu'importe les
mots n'ont plus d'importance
Car le ballet a commencé
Il met ses plus beaux atours et du miel sur sa voix
Toi tu te fais
velours et tes bijoux brillent sur toi
Il te dit poèmes et rêves de
lointains voyages
Tu réponds Florence, peinture, impeccables images
Dames et cavaliers, avancez
Un coup d'oeil à son dos, ses hanches, quand s'efface le galantin
Un
regard quand elle se penche et laisse deviner un sein
Elle sait déjà
ses mains, les contours de sa bouche
Le cambré de ses reins, qu'elle a
noté en douce
Car le ballet va s'animer
Il a su les codes et donné les bons mots de passe
Encore un peu
d'alcool et que tombent les cuirasses
Livrées les clés des corps enfin
les peaux s'embrassent
Et le temps s'arrête tant que dure la grâce
Car le ballet, est bientôt terminé
Et la vraie vie, va
commencer
Et oui - la vraie vie - |
It happens to you without warning
In the middle of a colourless hour
A motion, a smell, a look
Which almost tears your setting
Suddenly this heart which almost forgot you
Comes at your door and starts to beat again
Look out, the ballet is about to begin
You don't understand very well what's happening to you
You first think about an error
You keep clear of him and he guesses you
Between desire and fear
You hear you saying him sentences with no meaning
No matter, the words don't have importance anymore
Because the ballet has begun
He is decked out in all his finery and with honey on his voice
You, you make yourself velvet and your jewels are bright on you
He tells you some poems and dreams from distant trips
You answer Florence, painting, some impeccable images
Ladies and partners, move forward
A glance to his back, his hips, when the gallant fades
A look when she bends and lets imagine a breast
She already knows his hands, the outlines of his mouth
The curve of his back, which she noticed discreetly
Because the ballet is about to become animated
He knew the codes and gave the right passwords
A little more acohol and the shields fall
The keys of bodies delivered, at last the skins hug
And time stops as long as the grace lasts
Because the ballet, is almost over
And real life, is about to begin
And yes - real life -
(Translation by www.celinedionweb.com)
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